How I Met Your Mother
Chapter 3
Susan Pierce (Brittany's mom)
A/N 1: THank you all so much for the reviews! They definitely inspire me, and look I even got this next chapter up in less than a week! (: Also thank you guys for your input, requests and ideas! Brittany's mother won this time!
A/N 2: There is a friends reference, so if you don't watch friends you won't get it, but it's not a big deal. If you want it explained message me! (:
Also to answer a question, yes they will be getting caught by everyone on the show. Glee club members, teachers, parents and maybe sibling.
Susan's POV
I'm sitting with Brittany on the couch in the living room. It's Saturday and we've been watching reruns of friends all morning. Saturday morning is always our time to spend with each other. Just the two of us. During the weeks she's so busy with school and Cheerio's, and recently glee club, that I barely get to even see her. Her father is also at work on Saturday's, so we have the house to ourselves.
We normally spend it, eating, watching TV or dancing. This morning both of us were too tired to dance, so we ended up eating breakfast, and flopping down on the sofa for some much needed relaxation.
I glance over at Brittany, and see her texting on her cell phone. I consider saying something to her, because this is supposed to be our time. But the huge smile on her face stops me. She's happy. Whoever she is talking to is making her smile widely, and I don't want to put a stop to that.
"Who ya talkin to?" I ask her, nudging her foot with my own, on the coffee table.
She looks over at me, and blushes, before putting her eyes back down on her phone. It makes me grin, seeing her blush like that. "Santana." She finally answers, before she starts typing out her reply.
It doesn't surprise me really. Her and her best friend Santana are attached at the hip. If they aren't together, then they're talking on the phone, skyping or texting. I watch her finish out her reply, her eyes sparkling, and she's trying to bite back a smile. She know's I'm watching her.
She places her phone down on her lap, and glances over at me, before moving her eyes back to the television. My lips smack together, and I too look back to the show.
A few seconds later, I hear her giggle, and turn to look at her. She's reading another message. "What's she saying? That's go you so giddy?" I ask her with a teasing smile.
Brittany looks at me, and her eyes widen slightly. "Nothing." She says, fighting another smile as her eyes move back down to her phone. Again, she pulls her lip in between her teeth as she responds, and I raise a brow at her.
She looks back over at me, when she finishes, and blushes when she sees me still eying her.
"Can Santana come over?" She asks with hopeful eyes.
I purse my lips together, looking like I'm considering it, which makes her eyes turn even more pleading. I smile, because of course I'm going to say yes. I just like making her squirm. "Sure." I finally answer her with a shrug.
A grin breaks out onto her face, and she does a small fist pump, before picking up her phone once again. I laugh at her, and it just makes her grin bigger.
"Britt?" Santana's voice rings out through the house. I tilt my head back, glancing over my shoulder to the foyer, where I see her, looking around. She's about to make a beeline up the stairs, but Brittany jumps off the couch, and runs over to her, before she hit the first step.
"San," She smiles, before pulling the Latina into a tight hug. It lingers a little longer than I feel a hug between two friends should, but I don't comment on it. They've never really been 'normal' friends. I've noticed this along time ago. I stopped trying to figure them out though.
"I missed you." I hear Santana whisper as she nuzzles her face in Brittany's neck. It makes me chuckle quietly to myself, because they just saw each other yesterday.
I see them turn towards me, and my eyes move back over to the television. Their pinkie's are linked, and they walk around the couch, sitting down next to me. "Hi Santana." I greet her with a warm smile.
She smiles back, craning her neck forward to look at me, past Brittany, who is in between us. "Hi Mrs. P." She greets in return.
My eyes move back down to their fingers that are still curled around each others, and sitting on Brittany's lap. They're sitting close enough so that their thighs touch, and Santana tilts her head down to rest on the blonde's shoulder as her eyes stay focused on friends. Brittany's head automatically rests on top of Santana's like it's a reflex.
A small content smile is on both girls lips and I can't help but smile over at them. I couldn't be more thankful Brittany has a friend like Santana. Someone who loves her and cares about her probably more than she cares about her own life.
On the TV, Phoebe says something that makes us all giggle, and I catch Santana looking at me, "Mrs. P, you remind me so much of Phoebe." She says with a smirk, shaking her head.
I let out a gasp and place a hand over my chest, feigning offense, "Phoebe is kind of dumb. And ditzy." I retort, folding my arms over my chest, "I don't agree with that at all." I add, shaking my head.
Brittany and Santana both smile, "You aren't dumb." Santana says softly. It makes me look back over to her, and I see her soft eyes smiling at me, "You're just very care free, and fun like her." She explains with a shrug, "You're both awesome." She concludes, leaning back against the couch.
A smile forms on my lips, and I chuckle, "Okay, then I'll accept that." I reply, nodding my head. She chuckles in response, putting her head back on Brittany's shoulder.
"You remind me of Ross," Brittany says, looking down at Santana with a giggle.
My brows furrow, and so does Santana's. She looks up at Brittany with confused eyes, "Ross? Why?" She asks, and she sounds disgusted. I personally like Ross, and think he's hilarious, but obviously she doesn't feel the same way. I also don't really see how Santana is like Ross though.
"Because you're a big dork." Brittany answers with a teasing grin, poking Santana's nose with her index finger.
The wrinkles smooth out on Santana's forehead, and she rolls her eyes, but smiles. "I'm not a dork." She says shoving Brittany gently, away from her and into me. I chuckle and push her back off of me.
Brittany laughs loudly, and throws her head back. Santana just pouts at her. "You are. You're a big nerd, just like him." She says, pointing a finger towards the television. "You're just a closeted nerd." She adds, and Santana huffs.
"It's not a bad thing to like learning." Santana grumbles, folding her arms over her chest, and sinking back into the couch.
"I didn't say it was a bad thing." Brittany says sweetly, turning so that she's facing Santana. Her back towards me. "I think it's adorable." She tells her warmly. Brittany's hand moves up and she places it over one of Santana's forearms. I see her head lean down just inches away from Santana's cheek. "You're adorable," She whispers so quietly that I think maybe I wasn't supposed to hear it.
I direct my eyes back over to the television, feeling like I'm intruding on them. I know it's crazy because she's my daughter, and I was sitting in here first. They chose to come and sit next to me.
I don't hear Santana say anything in response, but I feel Brittany moving next to me, so my eyes glance over at them. Brittany is positioning herself back forwards and Santana lies her head back on the blonde's shoulder with a smile.
"Does that make you Rachel?" Santana asks Brittany quietly. And again, I don't feel like I should be hearing this. I'm tempted to leave the room, but honestly, if they don't want me to hear, then they shouldn't be speaking this close to me.
Brittany grins and turns her head to the side to look at Santana, "You're my lobster." She whispers, nodding her head. It makes Santana beam, and she scoots closer to Brittany.
Grabbing the grocery list off of the counter, I walk into the living room and see Brittany and Santana still sitting on the couch. Santana's legs have made their way onto Brittany's lap, and Brittany is drawing lazy circles on her calves with one hand. The other hand still has her pinky linked with Santana's.
My eyes then move over to the television their eyes are both glued to and see that they're now watching spongebob. I roll my eyes, but can't help smile at them watching cartoons. "Girls, I'm going to the grocery store. Do you need anything?" I ask, making my way to the back of the couch.
Santana's head tilts back and she looks up at me with a smile, "No thanks Mrs. P." She tells me, before directing her eyes back to the show. Brittany doesn't respond.
I tap the top of her head with my list, and she simply nods her head, not taking her eyes off the television screen. "Alright, I'll be back in an hour or so." I tell them, as I make my way to the front door. I pause at the front door, waiting to see if either will acknowledge me, or the fact that I'm leaving, but they sit glued in their spots, eyes fixated on the animated show. I just roll my eyes once again, and walk out the door.
I get home from the store and open the front door, carrying a paper grocery bag in one arm. There are more in the car, but I needed a free hand to open up the door. I walk through the living room to see if Santana and Brittany are still in their same spots.
My eyes widen and I just about drop the bags when I see them. They're still on the couch, but Santana is straddling Brittany's lap with her tongue down my daughters throat. Santana's shirt is missing, and Brittany's hands are greedily massaging her breasts over her bra.
I swallow hard, and my eyes dart around the room trying to decide what to do. I quickly make my way into the kitchen, and place the bag down on the table. My hands come down to land on the island and I let out a long deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and thoughts.
I've known that their friendship hasn't been normal, but I never thought, they'd actually taken anything to this level. A part of me has thought for awhile now that they'd liked each other in that way, but no part of me thought, they'd ever acknowledged the feelings. A part of me, thought they were even oblivious to the feelings. Obviously not.
I glance back out the door to make sure I had successfully made it into the kitchen without being heard. When I see them still in a heated lick lop, I let out a small relieved sigh. However, I don't feel so relieved anymore when I hear a moan escape one of their mouths.
This is my baby girl. I don't have a problem with her dating Santana. Or experimenting with her. Whatever it is that they're doing, but I'd like to continue to be able to play dumb, and think she hasn't had sex. If I actually witness it or hear it, I can't do that anymore.
I want to break them up, but I'm afraid that it'll just be more awkward than this. And obviously they don't want me to know that they are together. I don't want to force them out of the closet, or to explain anything to me. I want them to come to me when they are ready. All I have to do is go upstairs, or escape back out to my car. I cant wait them out, and then just play dumb. I never saw this. I never heard it.
Another moan echoes off the walls, and I look over at them. Santana is grinding her hips down into Brittany, and Brittany's hands are gripping at the brunette's butt, pushing her into her even more.
I don't think I'll ever be able to play dumb, and forget this. It's going to haunt me forever.
"Baby, my mom will be home any minute." Brittany whispers. I look back over to see if they're stopping, but Santana's just moved her mouth down to Brittany's neck. I watch one of Santana's hands snake down in between them, and slip into Brittany's sweats. My eyes widen, and I quickly look away, and walk back over to the kitchen island.
My hands cover my face, and I breathe heavily into my hands. "Okay, okay, okay." I sigh, standing back up. I take in a deep breath, and decide to put a stop to this. I make my way back over to the door, and see Brittany's head thrown back against the couch, small whimpers escaping her lips.
Santana's hand is moving inside of her sweats, and Brittany's hips are bucking wildly into her. Santana's lips are sucking and biting at Brittany's neck. "Baby, you feel so fucking good." Santana groans, before biting down on Brittany's neck.
I decide that I should probably walk through the front door, so it won't be obvious I've been in the kitchen, and have been watching them for the last few minutes. Brittany's eyes are shut tight, and Santana's are closed as she sucks on Brittany's neck.
I take in a deep breath and walk as quietly and as quickly as I can into the living room. My hearts racing, and I just hope to god they don't look up, because this would be so awkward.
"I'm so close Santana," Brittany moans out. I chance a glance over at them, making sure they're still not looking over at me. They aren't. "My clit, baby, rub my clit…" Brittany moans, and it makes my stomach ache. I can't stand hearing my baby talk like this.
I finally get to the door just as I hear Brittany scream out. She pants Santana's name out, only actually getting the last few letters out. I reach for the front door, and slowly pull it towards me hoping it doesn't squeak like it does sometimes.
"How do you feel?" I hear Santana ask sweetly, just before I can quietly get the door shut. I quickly make my way to the car, and grab another bag, before slamming the door shut, hoping they hear it.
I make my way back up the sidewalk, "Brittany? Santana?" I yell right before opening the door, giving them even more of a warning. I just hope they hear me. I twist the doorknob, and shut my eyes, praying that they're decent when I open it.
I push it all the way open and walk inside. I shut it behind me, before slowly turning towards them. I sigh in relief when I see Santana sitting next to Brittany. There faces are flushed, and Santana is hastily adjusting her shirt. I inwardly roll my eyes, because they're trying to hide something from me that I'd seen way too much of already. They just aren't aware.
"Can you girls help me with these groceries?" I ask, making my way into the kitchen. They jump off the couch, and follow behind, quickly.
Santana starts putting the groceries in their respected places, avoiding eye contact with me, and it makes me smirk. I can tell she's got a lot of nervous energy, she's trying to burn off, by quickly maneuvering around the kitchen.
I look over at Brittany and see her paused in the doorway, eyeing the grocery bag that was already sitting on the counter. Shit. She knows I had just carried in one. And now there are two.
Her eyes meet mine, and she narrows them. I just bite my lip, and her eyes widen. She knows, I saw them. She clears her throat awkwardly, and grabs a bag of chips from the bag, carrying them over to the pantry. Her face is bright red, and I can tell she's now also avoiding eye contact.
I just walk back out to the car to get the rest of the bags.
Brittany walks back into the house, after walking Santana out to her car. I glance over at her from my spot on the couch. She closes it slowly, and swallows hard, before standing up straight, and turning towards me. Our eyes meet, and her widen slightly, and her face turns pink once again.
"Come here honey." I tell her, patting the spot text to me.
She looks hesitant, but I smile warmly at her, and pat the spot once again. Reluctantly, she walks over, and sits down. Her eyes are on the ground, and her fingers are tangling together nervously. "Did you see?" She asks quietly.
I simply nod my head, and she sees me out of the corner of her eye, because she nods also.
"I'm so sorry." She gasps, burying her head in her hands. She shakes her head, and I hear a sob escape her lips.
It confuses me, and I pull her into me. "What are you sorry for?" I ask, completely caught off guard by her reaction. I figured she'd be embarrassed yes, but not upset.
Her body shudders as another sob wracks her body. She picks her head up out of her hands, but her eyes stay on the floor. "I don't know." She says honestly, shrugging her shoulders, "I just don't want you to hate me." She admits quietly, before another sob tumbles out of her lips
My eyes widen at the admission. How could she ever think I would hate her. "Baby, why would you even think that?" I ask her confused, "Have I ever said or done anything that would make you think, I wouldn't accept this. Accept you?" I ask, my voice completely serious. "I love you, and I don't care if you're gay." I assure her. "I mean, that is, if you are." I say with a shrug. "Are you guys just experimenting? Or do you think you are gay?"
Brittany shrugs before pulling away from me. She wipes her tears away from her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I don't know if I am." She admits, "It's confusing." She says, shaking her head.
I nod my head silently, pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth. I can't imagine something like this begging easy.
"But I do know that I love her." She admits, her eyes meeting mine.
My eyes widen slightly, and they search hers. She's nothing but sincere and serious with the confession. She really does love Santana. This is the most confident I've ever seen her. Except when she's dancing. But this may even beat that out.
I smile, and place a comforting hand on her leg, "Does she love you?" I ask watching her tentatively.
Her eyes drop again, and her face falls. She shrugs again. "I don't know." She says simply. "She doesn't really like talking about it."
I sigh, and nod my head knowingly. "Well, this kind of thing can be hard. And confusing, like you said." I explain to her. She stays silent. "Just give her some time." I tell her, ducking my head down, to try and meet her eyes. When I find ocean blue's I give her a gentle smile, and squeeze her thigh. "I know she cares about you a lot Brittany, and it wouldn't surprise me, if she feels the same way." I admit honestly.
And I believe that 100%. I can't believe, I've been so oblivious to what's right in front of my face. I should have noticed it a long time ago. Now that I think about it, it was completely obvious. If it was a snake, it would have bit me in the ass. They love each other.
"Okay." Brittany finally says, nodding her head. She leans back on the couch, and rests her head against my shoulder. "Thank you." She says quietly. I just wrap my arms around her, and place a kiss on the top of her head.
A/N: So I decided to take a sweeter route with this chapter rather than just pure smut. Hopefully you guys still enjoyed it! (: Let me know if you did or not. I can just continue pure smut, it you guys would like!
Also everyone let me know who you'd like to see next! I tally it up, and whoever wins is who is next ! (:
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